Lin Fu's face remained composed, but her hands gradually crept up to his waist, seemingly nonchalant as they encircled him. Finally, she embraced him.
Happy.
Just as she had imagined, he felt great to hug.
And how could a man's waist be so slender yet still feel so secure? Also very comfortable, she gently stroked it, feeling the distinct muscle lines, warm, firm, and elastic under her fingertips.
Lin Fu cheekily rubbed her cheek against his chest, inhaling the unique, crisp, and elegant scent of him.
But she didn't notice that Fu Xing's handsome face had already flushed with emotion, yet his eyes were dangerously grim.
Damn, who gave her the audacity?
Did she really think him a robot?
Did she think she could just flirt and provoke without having to put out the fire?
Fu Xing pursed his lips, telling himself to let it go, she was his wife, what else could he do but indulge her?
Everything had changed for her, what else couldn't be changed.
But... it really wasn't okay!
